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Text: Maybe it was true that he wasn't afraid, or maybe he avoided the road because it was even more dangerous. All manner of cutthroat bands, renegade deserters, and ne'er-do-wells roamed the crumbling south in those days. Whatever the reason, Jack did cut across the bayou. Jack: 🎶 We loved each other then, Lorena, more than we ever dared to tell Jack sees an elderly black man in rags shuffling a deck of cards with his eyes closed Jack: Well I'll be a suck-egg mule. What's an old coot like you-uns doing all alone aways out here in the middle a' the swamp? Old Man: Playing poker all with meself, to take my mind off my empty belly Set y'self down a spell, young feller, and play a few hands with me, so mebbe I can win me some of them tasty vittles off you. Jack: Well, I surely like a bit of poker, but it don't look to me like you-uns got nary a thing to bet with. OM: Who knows? Maybe I'm the king a' ol' Siam and got me all sorts of treasure stashed away in my sack here. You jess bet what you've a mind to and I'll match it up. J: Well, I guess that'll have to do. Deal the cards. OM: Your bet, young fella. J: Reckon I'll open with a mess o' crusty, fresh-baked bread. I bet you sure to win that, huh?